I had this moment happen to me while wheeling through the park to my car after volunteering at Parkrun this morning.Continue reading “Poem: Is this really my life?”
Terror within is quiet today
Dormant, for how long, who knows
Brewing beneath the surface to say
Don’t forget me, what I say – goes.
Self identity, what does it mean?
Taken for granted, pre-assumed
Until your major beliefs are destroyed
Leaving you in a barren battlefield.
Like being airdropped into a strange town.
Take time to look around.
Find the familiar, find the new,
Make a list – what interests you?
A new coffee shop – same familiar taste.
A new dress shop – different but cool.
Familiar roads, don’t know where they go.
We head out anyway, discovering new.
Lipstick we loved – rediscovered again.
Sense of self worth, constructed anew
The town we knew is long gone.
New cities we found – even more cool.
New identity – Para is me
New look – confidence is me
New sport – Waka ama is me
New belief system – THIS IS ME!
[poem by Melanie Magowan]
The place I sat on my return
Waves rolling as I wept
I had just laid you to rest
But memories are kept
Magic powers of the sea
Listen to its roar
Scream, yell, cry and sob
The sea can always take more
Water is the breath of life
And also takes away.
I sit atop the viewing point
And quietly I pray.
That you are looking down on me
Proud of all I have achieved
Your arms wrap round, give me a hug
It’s ok to grieve.
📝 POEM By Melanie Magowan
Behind positivity is pain
What has been taken
My mind tries to divert
To gains I have made
Celebrating the new
But behind all the front
Is the stuff I’ve been through
The affect they have
I completely erupt.
Context seems strange
To those who don’t know
Behind the smiles
If you know, you KNOW.
Poem by Melanie Magowan